User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20170526150430/@comment-32303-20170621004759

''After filling a bowl of stew, Dalton made his way to the mouth of the tent and slowly lowered himself to the floor, watching the rain as his food began to cool. ''"Mister Dennjon, shuid we gather extra water while we ha' a chance?" ''he suggested aloud. ''"Et's rainin, an' ye nevair ken when ye'll be en a place where ye cannae get water.  Ah remember learnin', 'ye can gae langer withoot food than water'; an' was thinkin' maybe we cuid each get enoo tae last frae a couple days an' ration et frae an emergency." He sighed.  " Ah'm no speakin' frae evrabeast on this idea; dinnae want tae burden anabeast worse, jes thought et cuid help.. . ." ''The younger squirrel's voice trailed off into silence and he shrugged, beginning to eat carefully. ''"Sorry ef ah'm ramblin'.  What d'ye think, sir?  Water'd be a wee bit o' extra weight, weight that cuid mean life oor death frae a beast; we cuid keep et frae drinkin' an cleanin' wounds. "